for juan lion heart feels like lying hard on the cement with my face down spreading lips for a little air that will make sense for my body to take in and excrutiate exert excrete feign in the realness of this breath. lion heart feels like fractions spread over the pavement little giblets of flesh disgraced in the excrement of broken sidewalks and playgrounds. there is no cherry on top. no icing to veil this torment; of still beating and beaten sentiments and memories beyond these years of tired time that rims around my eyes. the lion heart learns hard the acts of others first knows the aches of destroyed rings uncherished things that marked the days spent hoardishly with another; only to be without them, these unsettling screams share vowels into the sky, a plea into the ether of loathing dreams; this diminished self with bloody knees. it won't make it past another round of tattered skin; the bones frown when it's time to remember, recall injury of once love -- ...
Because it exists and so do I...